When I opened my eyes, the first thing I realized is that I am not a living person. Who am I? Why am I wandering around this place? And who is that man who visits my grave every week?
A Night to Remember
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I realized is that I am not a living person. Who am I? Why am I wandering around this place? And who is that man who visits my grave every week?
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